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It's not a secret, or at least a well kept one, that he does enjoy the occasional smoke now and then.
He's perched on the emergency stairwell outside of the club, dingy and dirty, and more than once he's seen eager couples participate in a little bit of love making as his ash falls on them. It's like free porn. He also enjoys the spot because he gets a great view of cleavage.
"Hey, what're you doing out here?"
Hyukjae starts. He turns but he already knows the voice and wordlessly offers a cigarette. Donghae hesitates but takes it as Hyukjae passes over a lighter.
"Admiring the view," Hyukjae says and nods below as a woman stumbles out of the clubs back entrance, strapless dress barely held up by her ample breasts.
Donghae nods and lights his cigarette. "Nice view." Hyukjae turns to give him a broad grin.
"Why don't you go inside and dance?" Donghae asks as if he knows the answer. Hyukjae shakes his head, blowing some smoke skywards as Donghae sucks lightly on his cigarette.
Donghae understands exactly how Hyukjae feels. Ever since beginning this job, it's been one thing after another; pleasure - take dancing, for example - turns into obligation. And obligation turns into habit. Manners and social norms becoming ingrained into the soul.
"You can put that out," Hyukjae says and nods at Donghae's limp hand. Donghae makes a face.
"No, no, I enjoy smoking cancer into my lungs," Donghae says as he sucks on the cigarette again, as if demonstrating, and Hyukjae laughs.
"No, really, put it out," Hyukjae says as he breathes in his, and Donghae drops his and steps on it.
"Why'd you offer if you knew?" Donghae asks, a bit indignant.
Hyukjae laughs. "Manners, it's a habit now. And I wanted to see if what Sungmin says was true. Social smoker."
Hyukjae's eyes crinkle as he grins before he takes one last greedy suck of his cigarette and drops it.
"Let's go inside," he says as he stands, and Donghae is visibly relieved as he stands as well.
"Wait," Hyukjae says as he sticks a hand out. Donghae looks down as a group of five girls exit the club, all in skimpy dresses. Not that he's complaining.
"Nice view," Donghae says, eyebrows rising.
"Told you," Hyukjae says, looking proud as they watch the girls exit the alleyway. He quickly jumps off the stairwell when they're gone and Donghae follows.
"Where'd you go?" Sungmin asks once they're inside, vodka sunrise held delicately in his hand.
"Admiring the view," they say simultaneously. Sungmin gives them both a look, indicating he knows they're up to something.
"Take me along next time," he says and pouts.
He's perched on the emergency stairwell outside of the club, dingy and dirty, and more than once he's seen eager couples participate in a little bit of love making as his ash falls on them. It's like free porn. He also enjoys the spot because he gets a great view of cleavage.
"Hey, what're you doing out here?"
Hyukjae starts. He turns but he already knows the voice and wordlessly offers a cigarette. Donghae hesitates but takes it as Hyukjae passes over a lighter.
"Admiring the view," Hyukjae says and nods below as a woman stumbles out of the clubs back entrance, strapless dress barely held up by her ample breasts.
Donghae nods and lights his cigarette. "Nice view." Hyukjae turns to give him a broad grin.
"Why don't you go inside and dance?" Donghae asks as if he knows the answer. Hyukjae shakes his head, blowing some smoke skywards as Donghae sucks lightly on his cigarette.
Donghae understands exactly how Hyukjae feels. Ever since beginning this job, it's been one thing after another; pleasure - take dancing, for example - turns into obligation. And obligation turns into habit. Manners and social norms becoming ingrained into the soul.
"You can put that out," Hyukjae says and nods at Donghae's limp hand. Donghae makes a face.
"No, no, I enjoy smoking cancer into my lungs," Donghae says as he sucks on the cigarette again, as if demonstrating, and Hyukjae laughs.
"No, really, put it out," Hyukjae says as he breathes in his, and Donghae drops his and steps on it.
"Why'd you offer if you knew?" Donghae asks, a bit indignant.
Hyukjae laughs. "Manners, it's a habit now. And I wanted to see if what Sungmin says was true. Social smoker."
Hyukjae's eyes crinkle as he grins before he takes one last greedy suck of his cigarette and drops it.
"Let's go inside," he says as he stands, and Donghae is visibly relieved as he stands as well.
"Wait," Hyukjae says as he sticks a hand out. Donghae looks down as a group of five girls exit the club, all in skimpy dresses. Not that he's complaining.
"Nice view," Donghae says, eyebrows rising.
"Told you," Hyukjae says, looking proud as they watch the girls exit the alleyway. He quickly jumps off the stairwell when they're gone and Donghae follows.
"Where'd you go?" Sungmin asks once they're inside, vodka sunrise held delicately in his hand.
"Admiring the view," they say simultaneously. Sungmin gives them both a look, indicating he knows they're up to something.
"Take me along next time," he says and pouts.